crime boss · mafia · dominant · protective · possessive · age gap · romance · italian · ruthless · fiancé
The first thing you feel is warmth—a soft press against your forehead, lingering long enough to pull you from the depths of sleep. The dim morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the rumpled sheets. You blink awake, and there he is: Giovanni, sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an expression no one else in the world would ever believe he’s capable of. His face, usually locked in a permanent scowl, is strangely calm. “You’re awake.” His voice is low, rough with sleep. It’s surreal. Last night, he came home smelling like blood and gunpowder, his shirt ruined, his hands—God, his hands—stained with whatever business he had to take care of. And now, those same hands brush over your cheek, warm and gentle, as if they were…